funny, all the hoopla
of the news. you see,
it’s not about clergy or bloodlines or blame
but rather the silence killing us all.
“hush your mouth”
hangs like a banner above the breathless
smothered under the monster. claws cling to
the Lie that they’ll feel better
so much better
and Camelot will return
if the lambs
a millstone is better,
light as a feather, indeed,
than the weight of a deafening Choice.